Tight with pain and discomfort,
Heavy and leaching,
In the centre of the chest.
Reaching
Like a slithering snake
From the smallest cells
To the pores of the skin.

Throat tightening,
Mouth salivating.
Trying to swallow tears,
As they’re flooding the mouth.
Greatly emotional,
With sincere hope of finding ease
Around the longing heart,
And an abundantly pain filled neck.

The body is changing,
In colour and contour.
A lizard is leading us
With a gifted technique.
He is our teacher.
Schooling us
On how to hide
From the world
To give sufficient space
To feel this pain.
Extending from our cells,
Like a
Deep
Internal
Honest
Stretch.

Who is doing this?
We’re wondering.
Who would dare cause pain
To a being as unambiguously,
Internally beautiful

As thee?

Sensitive,
Self-inquiring,
Where is this coming from?

Withdrawing sight,
Ascending into intimacy.
Begging the erupted body heat
To please subside

And fall into nothing.
As this pain is just too great
To endure anything more.

Feeling an ambient pulse in the chest,
Propagating lavish abundance
Of this passionate grieving.
Spidering over the throat,
Creating a web of strong sentiment
And a vigorously unfragmented beat.
Pulse reaching powerful,
Emotional prodigy.
Announcing substantial awakened life
Deep inside this tightened body.

We feel it.
Perhaps too much,
It seems.
Eyes are stinging.
Wet,
Throbbing.
Diminutive,
Ocean wash
Falling past the crevasses of the eyes,
And we lay there,
Feeling
And mindless.

What a relief it is:
Mindlessness,
And full of present emotion,
While nearly drowning in pain.
It’s slapping us
Like a thick fin on water,
Like mother did,
When we were young,
That time we really deserved it.

We deserve this.
Today,
We need this.
We observe,
We know.
We see
No one is doing this to us.

This is emotion,
Human reaction,
To life’s hard moments.
The most real feeling,
To enter the body,
A snaking tightness,
And a spidering pulse.

Finally
We’re getting to feel.